Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Smog. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.